I hate sitting here
Wishing you
Would just shut up
How can you love me
When your lust is so endless
Why can’t you tell anyone
You love me
If you really do
It’s hurting me inside
Outside I'm dying
I hate sitting here
Pretending
That we were never true
Becasue I was telling the truth
I was true to you
Why can't you just tell them
What I am
If I'm your woman
You should be proud
Outside I'm dying
With the blood loss
I am
Growing weak
With the word loss
I am
Lossing sleep
I am giving up
Inside I'm dying
Outside I'm gone
Seairra Kyger
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bitter-rotten-apologies-sour-mouths-that-feed-on-them/
